I'VE LOST ALL FORM OF UNITY-

She'd been scouring the sands for the past few days, watching from the skies for something. She hardly rested, aside from letting her injury heal to a somewhat acceptable look, so by the time she did find what she was looking for, she had to sleep and gain energy. The buffalo was massive, though not as extravagant as the one she caught for the harvest. She feared she would never find such a fine specimen in the wild again, so this would have to work. It had to.

After following after the herd and resting in the distance for a day or two, she sprung into action, a flurry of black scales and blue claws scaring away the weaker members. Separating the big guy from the others. It was enough to disorient him and get him to standoff while the others fled. She snorted, circling him as many times as she wanted before striking out. She landed a fierce blow to his hip, breaking the right femur with the impact.

Another swing, this time to his head to throw him off balance. And as he skidded to the side, she dove in to bite down on his neck, tearing the life out of him within minutes and suffering some hits from his hooves. It mattered little, and she snorted in confident victory before taking a handful of his body. From there she started to drag him toward the river.

When she had finally made it, the dragoness dropped the body and scanned the river for movement. Finding none, she raised her head and cried out -- three consecutive "hooting" noises to announce her arrival. And then she placed a protective talon on the kill, tail curling around and sliding across sand.

WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

CHERNABOG - WESTERN DRAGON - THE PITT

    vio had no idea where chern had been. it had been a bit sence she graced him with her preasence. he had checked her nest, but she was not there and thus he returned home. he was curled at the river bottom, which barely hid him. the hooting was the only thing to stir him that afternoon. eyes snapping open, he blew bubbles.

a signal to her that he was coming up. his head raising up from the water as he swam to the shore. slithering up onto the shore. eyes falling on her kill and a look of awe in his eyes. it was a massive meal, that was for sure. impressive catch. he praised as he gazed at her face. her missing eye making that anger boil in his stomach again.

not that he would say it. he still found her beautiful. powerful. but he wanted that dragons family to suffer. yet, he refrained from saying that.

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I'VE LOST ALL FORM OF UNITY-

Seeing the object of her... affection? Want? Seeing Viopteoises made her grin grimly, an affectionate "purring" leaving her in short, rumbling bursts. She released the bison, and her tail flicked sands around as she stepped back, lowering her head in a graceful, yet somehow intimidating, way. "It is for you. A taste of the land." She hummed, wings twitching.

She would have roasted it, if she had her fire. She'd been awake for a while, and it was beginning to concern her that she had yet to belch fire on her meals. Fire was essential to her survival, and the survival of whatever kids she would have. If she was interested, obviously.

WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

CHERNABOG - WESTERN DRAGON - THE PITT

    the grin was returned with one of his very own. the rumbling purr was like music to his ears. the offer of food, a taste of the land, was one he could not ignore. the male moved closer to the kill and let his head lower to take a wiff. it smells different. thank you for this. he let his eyes look back up to her.

after a pause, he curled his body back up and spoke. will you share with me? i doubt i can finish this all alone. he mused as he lowered his head to sink his fangs into the flesh. the taste washing over his tongue as he pulled a bite free. chewing a moment to savor the taste and swallowing it.

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